He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

On the river embankment.

The principal nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

"Take your time, I'm not in a hurry. As long as my brother-in-law doesn't get cold, that's all that matters."

Yang Guang carefully put away the jade bottle and the ghost tooth, then turned to Chu Sheng: "You know how to perform a ritual to deliver the dead, right?"

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together, looking serious: "Brother Guang, what a question you ask. This humble monk is, after all, a prized disciple of a highly accomplished monk."

"This basic skill of performing rituals for the deceased is something I could do with my eyes closed."

Yang Guang nodded.

He really didn't want to do this himself.

It's not that I can't.

Rather, it's unnecessary.

From now on, this fat monk will live a life of luxury with Yang Guang, with food, lodging, and school enrollment all taken care of. If he can't even handle the simple task of performing a ritual for the deceased, Yang Guang will kick him out.

What's the use of keeping a 250-pound piece of trash who only knows how to eat rice?

Chu Sheng patted his round belly and said, "Brother Guang, don't worry!"

"This humble monk will definitely satisfy you this time!"

Done.

Chu Sheng closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and sensed the aura around him.

Three seconds later.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his expression turning serious: "Brother Guang, there's more than one water ghost in this river."

"This humble monk can sense at least four or five of them."

"They're all old foxes who've been around for quite a while."

"Since we're going to perform a ritual to help the deceased pass on, let's do it together."

"So that they won't harm people again in the future."

Yang Guang waved his hand dismissively: "Whatever."

"You can handle it as you see fit."

Chu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he clasped his hands together, nodding repeatedly, "Thank you, Brother Guang!"

"Then this humble monk will begin preparations!"

Done.

Chu Sheng started taking things out of his bulging backpack.

The first thing they pulled out was a Bluetooth speaker the size of a palm.

Yang Guang glanced at it but didn't say anything.

His special magical artifact, though outrageous, was indeed quite effective.

The second thing he pulled out was a headset microphone.

Yang Guang's eyebrows twitched.

This wasn't there last time. When did you upgrade your equipment?

Chu Sheng skillfully hung the headset on his shiny bald head, adjusted the microphone position, and aimed it at the corner of his mouth.

then.

He then took out a small wooden fish from his bag.

Followed by.

A string of prayer beads.

At last.

Chu Sheng actually pulled a set of LED light strips out of his bag!

Those colorful LED strip lights sold at night market stalls!

He quickly wrapped the LED strip around a large rock next to him, plugged in the power bank, and turned it on with a "snap".

Multicolored lights exploded on the riverbank in an instant.

Red, green, blue, and purple lights flashed alternately, like a disco.

Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

Er Lengzi was also stunned; those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, looked particularly mesmerizing under the light.

I thought to myself, "Wow!"

This monk knows how to pull off some tricks!

While adjusting the sound system, Chu Sheng explained without looking up, "Brother Guang, dog benefactor, don't be surprised. The key to a successful ritual is sincerity."

"The form doesn't matter, as long as the sentiment is there."

"Even the Buddha himself kept up with the times."

Yang Guang, with his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and watched Chu Sheng's series of outrageous actions.

to be frank.

He now regrets letting Chu Sheng come.

It does have an effect, but the art style is too peculiar.

Chu Sheng was ready.

He sat cross-legged on the pebbles on the riverbank, holding a wooden fish in his left hand and prayer beads in his right.

The headset microphone was pointed at the corner of his mouth, a Bluetooth speaker was placed in front of him, and colorful LED light strips were flashing wildly behind him.

Combined with his large bald head that gleamed under the lights.

This scene is like the arrival of a cyber Buddha!

The key is.

This idiot even pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

Chu Sheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and with a slight smirk, unleashed his full aura!

then.

He stretched out his short, chubby finger and tapped the Bluetooth speaker: "Thump... Tap... Thump thump... Tap..."

An incredibly catchy electronic beat blasted from the speakers.

Yang Guang's temples throbbed twice, and Chu Sheng began to tap the wooden fish with his left hand.

Followed by.

Chu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, brought his lips close to the microphone, and spoke excitedly and with a strong voice: "I pick up my brush to paint the western tower, beyond the mountains green hills, beyond the towers towers~"

How many times have I looked back?

"I can no longer see your gentleness~"

Yang Guang was completely petrified.

Er Lengzi's mouth was so wide open that two fists could fit inside.

The principal was completely dumbfounded when he saw Chu Sheng like this.

The monk's actions shocked him more than if he had seen a ghost.

Chu Sheng was completely absorbed in his own state of mind.

He tapped the wooden fish drum while turning his prayer beads, his head swaying slightly with the rhythm.

Under the colorful lights, the big bald head turned red, green, and blue all at once.

The most outrageous thing is that the surface of the river actually changed.

The once calm river began to ripple slightly.

Wisps of white mist rose from beneath the water's surface.

Followed by.

Five semi-transparent figures slowly rose from the river.

They're all water ghosts.

There are men and women, old and young.

They poked their heads out from under the water, staring wide-eyed at the fat monk pounding his fists on the riverbank with blank expressions.

That expression.

It felt like being dragged out of bed.

He looked completely bewildered and confused.

One of the old water ghosts, which looked like it had been dead for some years, scratched its head covered with seaweed and turned to look at the younger water ghost next to it.

"Brother, are all monks like this nowadays?"

The young water ghost also looked bewildered: "I don't know either."

"When I died, the monks were still chanting sutras while striking a wooden fish."

"When did you switch to shouting and rapping?"

The old water ghost glanced again at the frantically flashing LED light strip behind Chu Sheng and the headset on his head: "Is this a ritual for the dead or a night out?"

"have no idea."

"But it actually sounds pretty good?"

The water ghost that He Qiang had previously beaten up was now lying paralyzed on the riverbank, half-dead and watching this scene.

His expression was more complex than the other water ghosts.

First, he was beaten up by a fisherman, then he was extorted for Ghost Fang and Ghost Tears by a Taoist priest, and now he's going to be exorcised by a rapper monk.

He felt that he had never been this outrageous in his entire life, or even in any other life.

The water ghost couldn't help but lift his face, swollen like a pig's head, and look at Yang Guang: "Master, is your gang... no, your team legitimate?"

Yang Guang, hands in his pockets, expressionless, said, "It's perfectly legitimate."

"It's an heirloom."

The water ghost glanced at Chu Sheng, who was having a blast, and asked, "Can this monk really help people pass on to the afterlife like this?"

Yang Guang nodded: "Don't worry."

"Although he seems unreliable, he is actually quite capable."

"You can rest assured and go on your journey."

The water ghost's lips twitched.

Peace of mind?

He is not at ease at all.

No?

Having just received a good beating, the water ghost suddenly widened his eyes, as if realizing something, and looked at Yang Guang with astonishment, asking, "Not the Celestial Master, I have another question."

"They didn't give any money, so how could they be allowed to perform the ritual?"

"So what about all that—getting beaten up and signing a contract?!"

Yang Guang looked at him with a chuckle and said, "Consider it a lesson learned."